“Hmph!! Guess I’m just too strong for my own good”
Mirn tosses her long white hair behind her before tying it up in a bun. She thrown the line out towards the prow again, the. she exhales and gives a lighter pull as soon as the string makes contact.
Dex Check: 23
OOC: I just realized you said saving throw so it’s actually +6, instead of my regular dex mod
Yudhvan goes below decks, a knife in hand. "Why in Torm's name does the Captain want me to bring a knife down here?"she thinks to herself. She goes down until she can go no further, pondering the meaning of his words.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
As the captain and Mirn continue practicing on deck, Yudhvan and Albin go below. As you descend, the Captain calls down after you.
"Albin, familiarize yourself with the recipe book in the galley. Yudhvan, there are some supplies there for you as well. Begin at the far end of the galley and clean deeper into the ship."
As you descend into the galley, the cooking area off to the left takes Albin's attention (awaiting post for further description), and Yudhvan spots the familiar assortment of bucket, water, soap and rags, though with a few odd additions. A good number of torches (13) are bundled by the supplies, and a long length of rope accompanies several steel-tipped brushes that look quite worn and rusted, though still dangerously sharp. The indicated doorway on the far side of the galley seems to lead down, growing darker as you leave the warmly lit and sunny interior of the galley. A slight musty smell emanates from it as well, leaving you to imagine all sorts of mold and decay to be patiently scraped away.
"Well, no time like the present to start." Yudhvan mutters to herself. She lights a torch and walks deeper into the hold. With her other hand, she grabs the bucket of water and walks over to the door, opening it to begin cleaning the rot.
You descend into the hold, and find yourself cleaning for what feels like hours. Glancing back, you see that the only light sources are from your torches, which you remember relighting at least twice now, and from the outline of the door, some distance behind you. Still, the damp, slightly moldy floor stretches on and on ahead of you, with no sense of stopping. The normal motions of the ship blend into the gentle background noises, and cease to hold your attention. Instead, you notice quite abruptly when a dark ripple - a shadow within a shadow, passes across one of the walls. The light of your torch shies away from it, almost giving the ink stain on the wall a wide berth, before allowing it to slip further and further into the hold...
The chemical smell of the stringent cleaning agent in your soap water has finally made your eyes begin to water. Your hands are crinkled and pale from liquid and pressure. With stumbling steps, you return up to the galley, where Albin has been... familiarizing himself.
We will let that scene play out before continuing.
“Hmph!! Guess I’m just too strong for my own good”
Mirn tosses her long white hair behind her before tying it up in a bun. She thrown the line out towards the prow again, the. she exhales and gives a lighter pull as soon as the string makes contact.
Dex Check: 23
OOC: I just realized you said saving throw so it’s actually +6, instead of my regular dex mod
Mirn | The Seven Seas Voyage
Yudhvan goes below decks, a knife in hand. "Why in Torm's name does the Captain want me to bring a knife down here?" she thinks to herself. She goes down until she can go no further, pondering the meaning of his words.
As the captain and Mirn continue practicing on deck, Yudhvan and Albin go below. As you descend, the Captain calls down after you.
"Albin, familiarize yourself with the recipe book in the galley. Yudhvan, there are some supplies there for you as well. Begin at the far end of the galley and clean deeper into the ship."
As you descend into the galley, the cooking area off to the left takes Albin's attention (awaiting post for further description), and Yudhvan spots the familiar assortment of bucket, water, soap and rags, though with a few odd additions. A good number of torches (13) are bundled by the supplies, and a long length of rope accompanies several steel-tipped brushes that look quite worn and rusted, though still dangerously sharp. The indicated doorway on the far side of the galley seems to lead down, growing darker as you leave the warmly lit and sunny interior of the galley. A slight musty smell emanates from it as well, leaving you to imagine all sorts of mold and decay to be patiently scraped away.
"Well, no time like the present to start." Yudhvan mutters to herself. She lights a torch and walks deeper into the hold. With her other hand, she grabs the bucket of water and walks over to the door, opening it to begin cleaning the rot.
You descend into the hold, and find yourself cleaning for what feels like hours. Glancing back, you see that the only light sources are from your torches, which you remember relighting at least twice now, and from the outline of the door, some distance behind you. Still, the damp, slightly moldy floor stretches on and on ahead of you, with no sense of stopping. The normal motions of the ship blend into the gentle background noises, and cease to hold your attention. Instead, you notice quite abruptly when a dark ripple - a shadow within a shadow, passes across one of the walls. The light of your torch shies away from it, almost giving the ink stain on the wall a wide berth, before allowing it to slip further and further into the hold...
The chemical smell of the stringent cleaning agent in your soap water has finally made your eyes begin to water. Your hands are crinkled and pale from liquid and pressure. With stumbling steps, you return up to the galley, where Albin has been... familiarizing himself.
We will let that scene play out before continuing.
(For to be having a good break, though apparently a technologically silent one.)